After a long day at work she always enjoyed her session at the local swimming pool but tonight as she swam her usual lengths she couldn't shake the idea that some one was watching her with more than the usual disinterested look swimmers paid one another. She scanned the pool but this evening, prior to the adults exercise class starting, it was very quiet and even the pool attendant seemed asleep.
Feeling distracted she left the pool, rinsed herself under the shower and headed into the changing rooms.
Suddenly, she felt a hand in her back guiding her into one of the cubicles, as a voice whispered into her ear.
'Sshhhhh, please don't say a word. I'll go if you want me to. Do you want me to go?'
Pushed up against the cold, wet tiles she heard the door shut and the lock slide into place. Hands caressed her neck and moved slowly down her body. Against her wishes something stirred in her groin, a heat that she had not felt for a while.
'No. Please don't go. I don't want you to go'
'I've been watching you; you know that don't you? You like it too I reckon.'
The hands stopped moving and started to caress her breasts through the thin, damp material of her costume.
'I want to see more, I want to see everything.'
A long, low groan escaped her lips....
As she tilted her head back and let the groan leave her tight throat, she felt a warm flood, pulse and ache between her thighs. Her nipples hardened against his touch, almost hurting with their need to be touched, sucked, bitten. She reached her fingers down to the thin fabric of her pants, and felt a silky strip collecting.
'You want to see everything?'
She asked without turning around.
'Yes. Everything. I want to smell and taste your saltiness inside my mouth and against my lips. I want to breathe into and against your sex until there's no more air left.'
Groaning again, still with her back to the stranger, she lifted her leg up and rested her bare foot against the high bench in the cubicle. She leant her body forwards now, slightly shaking with uncertainty and the boldness of what she was about to do. Her aching, wanting to be seen and touched and licked palpable now but her modesty still protected by the smallest layer of wet fabric.
'Bring your face closer', she whispered.
There was a movement forwards and she suddenly felt the strangers heat, the heat of his face almost pressed against her from below. He was waiting on his knees.
Gently she peeled away the pants that covered her wet, pulsing lips, and pulled them to one side, pushing her hips out towards his face. Open, warm, swollen and expectant ...
Strong hands took hold of her hips, tilting them even further forwards and her arse back. A gasp escaped her lips as his warm breath caressed her most private area.
Then, gently, almost hesitantly, his tongue moved down the cleft of her buttocks. This time the groan came from him. His tongue started to probe more firmly, running along her arse and flicking between her soft wet lips, almost as though it was searching for something.
A gasp emerged from her this time as his searching tongue found her clit. It paused, running up and down, the pressure light and then suddenly hard, no obvious rhythm to its movement.
Her body responded, the dampness and aching grew. Her breath started to come in short, sharp, pants. She twisted slightly as though to turn round; 'No. Don't.' he said firmly. His voice low and strong but not harsh.
She stopped moving, despite the invasion of her body part of her, in fact most of her, was worried that the moment was gone. That the chance to quench the ache building within her was lost.
His hands shifted position on her hips and she felt his fingers move under her pants forcing them even further aside. The strong fabric was pulled into the skin around her hips, hurting her.
Then, his tongue started again but this time it's more insistent, moving backwards and forwards from her clit, around the lips of her pussy and slowly along her perineum.
Her arousal was palpable, her hips rolled in time with his tongue and she could feel that the tops of her thighs were coated in her own warm, sweet juices.
'Uggggh!'
Suddenly, she felt something force itself into her arsehole.
'No!'
It was his thumb.
'No. Please! I've never............ You'll hurt me. Please don't!'
She pleaded, but her voice lacked conviction. Her body tightened in resistance, as his thumb forced his way inside. Her clenching only made his pushing more intense.....more shocking.....more pleasurable.
Her body shook and she let out a deep low moan, a sound she didn't recognise. She didn't want to be enjoying this. What was she doing? He pushed his thumb in and out, working up his pace and the friction until she wanted more. Until the width and length of his thumb was no longer enough.
She her juices dripped onto his palms as he slowly worked his fingers inside her sex, all the while keeping up his rhythm inside her tight ass. Suddenly he stopped. He pulled his fingers and thumb out.
She cried out, the absence of pain, of being desired, of being needed, seared through her body, and she panicked as she felt him stand.
His strong hands pulled her cheeks apart and held them open so she felt herself completely exposed. He held her like that for some time, as she squirmed and pushed herself against him. Her ass was burning and her cunt was hot and flushed pink. She felt his hot warm spit run down her cheeks and dribble into her, hole by hole. It soothed the skin he'd just stretched and made her ache once more.
She waited. She knew what was coming. She both dreaded it and yet needed it. Her thin fingers reached around and felt for his cock. Through his trousers she could feel it hard with want. She could feel his pink swollen head above the top of his loose belt. Without delay she pulled the belt off and with it his pants too. All this she did through feel alone, for he held her in such a way that meant she couldn't turn around.
With his cock hard and hot in her hand she guided him towards her. She lowered her head so her voice was almost muffled.
'Where do you want to take me?'
'You know. You know what I want.'
His voice was low, barely a murmur in your ear. The anticipation was becoming unbearable.
'Please. Please don't make me say it.'
His hands released their grip and pulled her costume down from around her hips on to the floor.
With a brief movement his legs moved between hers and forced her exposed sex back against his hard, swollen cock. One hand started to caress her breasts, rolling and pinching her erect, aching nipples as they did so.
The other hand started to massage her clit, now so sensitive that each touch alternated between pleasure and pain.
'Show me where I want you', he whispered.
'I......I can't'.
'Yes you can....... DO IT!'.
Her fingers seemed to operate by themselves, her body's desire for release and satisfaction overwhelming all inhibitions. She guided the head of his cock until it rested against the entrance to her arse. Her fingers moved against him, spreading more spit and juices all over him.
He groaned. The intensity and pressure of his hands on your breasts and pussy built. She couldn't wait any longer. Sheer need for release took over.
'Please. Fuck. My. Ass.'
The words come out slowly, almost unbidden. His cock pushed against her hole, and she pushed back onto him. It hurt. She didn't care. Now. She wanted this NOW.
His hips moved backwards and forwards, pushing him into her slowly but not gently. Her senses drowned out all rational thought. She pushed back harder and met his thrust with equal need.
His cock filled her; pleasure, pain, need, shame, all combined. He moved, groaning as he did, she matched him, feeling his need, wanting it to quench her own.
'Nnnnnnw!'
Her breath came in shallow pants.
'Gdddddddd'.
His fingers on her clit increased their pressure tipping her over the edge.
'YYyyyysssssss!'
As her body spasmed she felt his cock jerk inside her, again and again and again.
She slumped down onto the bench, her body felt alive, more alive than it had in ages; the world slowed down as her heart rate subsided.
